First, let's get some bad news out of the way... errr... you're going to have to wait just a FEW more days for the Tanith cover...
(notmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfault)
Ahem.
This probably won't make you feel ANY better about the delay, but it's looking amazing right now. We still have to get the colour just right (because this was an unplanned addition to the series, it's kind of thrown our title-colour scheme up into the air...) but it's looking beautiful. Tanith looks like a total BAMF.
Middle of next week. DEFINITELY.
Hopefully.
The good news is, I've finished writing it. I finished yesterday and sent it off. Right now, before the editing process begins, it is 54,000 words long. That's fifty-four THOUSAND.
It was MEANT to be roughly twice the size of The End Of The World, which came in at something like 17,000 words. So when I started I was looking at a quick 36,000 word novella that I'd bang out between the end of the KOTW tour and the beginning of writing Book 8, giving me loads of time to relax and take it easy.
And it was going fine, it really was. I had Tanith and Sanguine, and they'd recruited their team of villains, and the story was rattling along and everything was cool... and then I introduced a team of good guys as well. So we have Dexter Vex and Frightening Jones and a few new characters, including the Monster Hunters (two guys I've been trying to find a place for in the regular books) and Saracen Rue. Saracen is the only surviving member of the Dead Men that we haven't met yet, and it was just so much fun writing them all that the word count kind of... ran off, dragging me behind it.
It was MEANT to be a little sliver of a book. Now it's practically two-thirds the length of Book One.
The things I do for you people, I swear...
The "Can Your School Get More Awesome?" competition is still going strong over at the Skulduggery website. The ingenuity on display is something to behold, with many of you using both social AND mainstream media (local papers, radio stations) to garner as many votes as possible. Have to say, I'm impressed at the imagination being displayed- there are some real smart cookies out there. There a few schools that are practically guaranteed to be in the top ten, there are plenty more who have established themselves as challengers, and then there are the schools with only a few votes. And to the people who put forward THOSE schools, I have to ask- how does it feel to be so utterly cool? How does it feel to be the only one in your area with enough good taste to vote? You are shining lights, you truly are.
I'm just looking at some of the photos... I love that the Bishopston school in Swansea and Heathcote School and a few others have sent us photos of the school crest- I have no idea how Tom would have drawn Skulduggery in THOSE photos but it would have been fun to see him try...
And St Annes in Shankill, who supplied an arial view... Dammit, if this had been voted for, Tom could have drawn Valkyrie plummeting from the sky and Skulduggery swooping in to save her. Argh! The potential for coolness would have been astronomical!
Let's see, what else... Skulduggery and Val would have looked awesome in the corridor of Holy Family Senior School in Ennis... and they have skeletons in St Matthews!... imagine Val abseiling down the side of Carterton Community College... or Skulduggery walking up the stairs of Selly Park Technology College for Girls... the dogs in Gabbinbar State School in Toowoomba (you don't have to look up Toowoomba to know it's in Australia, do you?) would have been able to chew on poor Skulduggery's leg... awww and I've just seen the picture from Invicta Grammar School with all the girls in army fatigues- I'd have loved to have visited there... I'm pretty sure that's a picture of Camilla visiting Brookside Primary School- so Val would have looked pretty cheeky pulling a face behind her back... and she would have fit right in with the girls from Oakmeeds Community College... Skulduggery would have been so proud to stand in amongst everyone in Scarborough College... then we have Skulduggery himself in Brentwood Ursuline Convent HS... and I'd have loved to have visited Hitchin Girls School, if only so I could have made a load of jokes about hitchin' girls...
Voting is still going on, so you've all got plenty of time left. Once we have the top ten, it'll be up to me to pick the photo that would lead to the best Skulduggery pic and then we'll have our winner. But the effort all of you have gone to is just hilariously impressive...
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*going to sleep*
#ChaseForBookNine
Night Star!
(Hullo?)
(Hai
(Hai.)
Hello...?
(SNOW! YAY!)
(Hey-ho, Snow, hows y'alls been t'day?)
(Y'alls been good? I's been good.)
*She paces behind a thick wall of trees as beyond that, an invisible dome, separating her from everything else. The shield hid her from the outside world and also bound her magic.
There was a small lean-to shelter that she'd hastily constructed to her left, a small pond of tainted water to her right. Unlike the rest of the Bloglandian forests, the leaves had all fallen and rotted.
No wind ruffled the leaves. No birds chirped. It was purely a land for her own torment, created by that menace, that beast. The one who lived on her eternal fear*
(Y'alls read the thing 'bout Fate I done commented earlier? Or see the gosh-darned thing I done drawed and postid on m' blawg?)
(Well blow me down, if't taint Deeath Rowws!)
(How're y'alls doin' Death Rows?)
(G'day Anni! Yeh, 'm good. Crikey, the weather's turned from scorchin' snake season to an upturned Billy already!))
(Ah know, rahight? S'all freezin' cold up in here where ah'm from! Gone gosh-near cold 'buff t' freeze yer boots off I reckon!)
Sorry, hi. Watching holiday mini marathons... XD
(Uh, I can't do that anymore... It's painful... WE DONT SOUND LIKE THAT!!!! YOU AMERICANS SOUND LIKE IT!))
(Sorry I closes my eyes for a bit I'm back now
Yup. Us aussies are perfectly normal.
*She can't hear anything and it frightens her. She used to rely on the sounds around her more than sight. The sudden deafness makes her scramble into her lean-to and curl up into a tight ball* Please...
*Finally, a noise fills the silence, but it isn't just any noise. It's a low, guttural snarl, coming from a thick part of the forest. She has no weapons, no powers, no nothing*
(*sheiks in horror*
I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT!
I SOUND LIKE A PROPER NEW ENGLAND LADY!)
"Does anyone know where we are"
"Hahaha... planet earht, silly"
*facepalm*
(You sound a whole heap more like it than we do. We sound like the American's on movies... Not like the Aussies on movies...))
Lady Luck:
The first time I saw him, he took my breath away.
His eyes were the dark and impenetrable blackness at the bottom of a calm sea, and in them I could see the pale, writhing forms of blind bottom-dwellers moaning in the deep. His eyes were the suffocating emptiness of the dark expanse of space, and in them I could see galaxies turning and blazing and crying out with the music of the universe. His eyes were the dark place between my bed and the floor, between the wall and the closet door, outside my window when I thought I was all alone.
He was perfection to me. His hair was silver, his countenance was that of a predator, crouched and ready to spring, and his teeth were as neat as a military cemetery.
Fate held every human soul on strings, and he was the puppet master, playing every life like an instrument in the symphony of recorded time. He was the scribe of the universe, the eternal judge. He was my heart, he was my soul, he was my everything.
I was the one who defied him. The only one who would ever defy him.
In the days when the world was new and young, I was the most beautiful girl in all the world. Angels would descend from Heaven to ask for my hand in marriage, terrestrial men would kneel at my feet and beg for my favor, and devils would rise from the pit and swear eternal love and devotion for me.
I was more beautiful than the universe. I was a lady, and I was a goddess.
One day, as I stood on my balcony and admired the world in its ugliness, a child appeared on the grass beneath me. He . . . or was it a she . . . smiled up at me with a bleeding smile.
-My love,- He said. -My angel, I am here for you.-
“What is you name, child?” I asked him.
-I am Death.- said he. -And I am here to take you away.-
“Forgive me, Death, but I am too beautiful for you.” I said. “I am too beautiful for Above, Below, or Limbo. There is nowhere you can take me where I will be happy.”
-Why are you unhappy?- Death asked me. -You are the most beautiful girl in the world, surpassing even the angels and devils themselves.-
“I am unhappy,” I said. “because I am human, and as such, I am a puppet on the strings of Fate. My soul is his to command by birthright.”
-What do you want?- Death asked me then.
“I want to be worshipped.” I said. “I want all men to love me and hate me in equal measure. I want my string to be cut, and to be my own master. I want to stand before Fate as an equal. I want Fate to love me the same way I love him.”
-Fate loves nothing.- Death said to me. -Fate is cruel. Fate is cold. Fate sent me here today to take your soul to my banquet table.-
“Then I will defy Fate.” I said. “I am a lady, and will not allow him to treat me so.”
-What would you have me do?- Death asked of me.
“I would have you bring Fate to me.” I said.
-Then tell me your name, and I will bring him here, to you.- Death said. -For you are beautiful, and I would do anything for you.-
“My name is Lady Luck,” I said to Death. “Now go, and bring me Fate.”
Yep. Only bogans sound like that, really.
Fate was as beautiful then as he is now, and his eyes were as dark as sin.
“What I have written cannot be defied.” He said, and his voice was like silence. “You will die tonight.”
“I will survive.” I said. “I am not bound by you, Fate. I am wild. I am free. I am Luck.”
“Luck has no place in my world.” Fate said. “I control this world, and every soul dangles from my puppet strings.”
“I am wild, and free, and cunning.” I said to Fate. “Men desire me and curse me in equal measure. I am unattainable, and unappreciated when I have been attained. I love and hate who I chose, regardless of what they may deserve, or what you have decreed.”
“Is that so?” Fate said to me. “Do you think that you are special? That I, Fate, will simply allow you to defy what I have written and make your own history, according to those you love and hate on every wild whim?”
“Everyone I have ever loved or hated has soon fallen out of my favor or distrust, save one man.” I said to Fate. “They all have loved me while I loved them, and despised me when I left them. I am a law maker, a rule breaker. My hatred is false, as is my love. There is only one being that I have ever truly loved, wholly, unbreakable, entirely, completely.”
“Tell me his name.” Fate said to me.
“His name is Fate.” I said.
Fate’s eyes narrowed into deathly black slits.
“Do not say these things to me,” He said stiffly. “I do not find them funny.”
“I do enjoy a good joke,” I said. “but I would never joke with you. What fool would play with Fate?”
Fate is all I thought about. All I dreamed about. I spend my days walking the earth, cutting the puppet strings that bind human souls to him. And though the years roll by, I am still beautiful.
I am the only being he has ever loved, and the only being who yet holds power over him. I love him.
I will always love him.
Now I have ascended, and I see him every day, playing with his puppet strings, writing on his stone tablets, the world before him on a silver platter.
I have lived life alone.
I do not have to be alone anymore; he has offered me the world on a silver platter.
He looks at me, with those eyes, and I can see something stirring in them behind the galaxies, the shadows, and monstrosities of the deep. He touches me, kisses me, and his cold hands are warm again.
Death whispers to Suicide, and Suicide whispers to Murder, and Murder whispers to War, and War whispers to Delirium.
Fate’s cold heart has melted, they say.
And I hear them.
And I smile.
A life is stirring within me.
Fate and Luck, united in her. She will be called Destiny, and she will have her father’s eyes.
(Aussies sound cool
:) amazing anni.
and aussie do sound cool, zaf.
Lovely, Ms. Barnosky.
Greetings, Blogland.
(Anni... Wow...))
(*gasps*
*falls out of her chair*
Sir! I didn't see you there, being so stealth-like.)
Hello sir.
(I like the Lady Luck story least out of the four of them, I think. The other three were much better.)
(Aye! Cool! Has Adra fallen off the earth?
Hmm OMG THERE WAS A HARRY POTTER CATAGORY I OWNED IT
... Quite, Ms. Barnosky.
*nods* but it is still amazing
*A large panther stalks towards her, it's tail flicking slightly. She lets out a yell, a scream and leaps to her feet, trying to look as big as possible. The panther doesn't even flinch*
(Why thank you, Snow.
. . .
*looks around for something she can do while typing with one hand, drinking Chai tea with the other, and watching Supernatural*)
Rose..
Be careful..
(Hi there, Aiden!))
(Hey. :))
(Hullo, Aiden.)
Greetings, Mr. Pitch.
(There's two more parts to what I just posted above, if you want to get what's going on...))
Hello, Anika and Sir.
My foot is killing me... I got a thorn or something in it and its went so deep... mum got half out last night before I couldn't take the digging jn my foot anymore. She got the other half out this morning. But I think there's still some in there... and I have bit mark on my hands because I was bitting them to distract from the pain in my foot....
Hi Aiden
My sympathies, Ms. Stormberg.
(*screams*
*helicopter blades whirring*
*police sirens wailing*
*Gavin screaming*
AnNika!
AnNika!
Two Ns!
Two Ns!
*Canada catches on fire*
*screaming intensifies*)
*It proceeds closer, its head dropping lower and lower to the rotten ground. She scrambles to her feet backs into the forest slowly. She's spins as quickly as she can and sprints forward, knowing its a stupid idea. Her eyes scan her surroundings, looking for a weapon of some sort- she can't find one, not even a branch.
She can hear it behind her, its leaping steps crunching behind her. It's gaining. Fast*
Calm anni, calm
I wonder why it is that show catches on fire so easily here.
((Ari: Hello, everyone!))
#ChaseForBook9
(Hai Aiden, you trying to kill me again?
(*whips out her pocket fainting couch*
*unfolds it*
*faints*)
Greetings, Ms. Tesla and Mr. Croatoan.
(NIIIIIIIC ARI!! HAI!'
Hey ari
(Hey Ari! Hello, Mr Croatoan.))
(*wakes up*
Hullo, Aretha and Niccolo.
*faints once again*)
((Ari: Hey Anni, Sir, Snow, Zaf, Aiden, and Death. Do you want this to be a solo thing, Death, or can we interfere? I'm trying to think of some way to figure out where you are... *continues to think*
Niccolo: Hello Annika, Sir, Snow, Zafira, Aiden, and Death. I do not recall you having called me by my last name in some time.))
#ChaseForBook9
Total drama yum yum happy go time candied fish tails
I dont even know anymore
*Her head turns, trying to pick out her pursuer in the semi-darkness when an electric current runs through her body and she is flung one hundred yards back, through branches and thorns. Her skin is torn, a few ribs broken, the jaguar gone for a moment. She knows she has to move, it'll be back on her in a moment, but trees a part of her that wants to stay where she is and sleep*
(@Ari, you can if you want. I'm in a hidden dome, where no one can find me. Though, there will be a strange box not too far away with wires leading inside my personal Hell.
@Niccolò, I thought I'd be proper, for once.))
(*tacklehugs Nic* I claim Nic! Nic is mine for the night!!!!
(K, Zaf))
(*wakes up*
*packs away the fainting couch*
I apologize. I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere.
*puts on coat and hat*
*picks up briefcase*
*train tickets*
*and ax in a violin case*
*and boards a train out of this comment thread*)
((Ari: Oh, ok, thanks.
Niccolò: I see.))
Ari: *strolling through Blogland* *comes across a strange looking box that wasn't there before* Hmm.... *examines the box* *finds a stick and pokes it* *pokes it again* *semi-gently kicks it*
#ChaseForBook9
(Goodbye Anni!))
(Ari, that's the exact same thing I'd do!! XD ))
((Ari: And by that I mean I was poking the box with the stick, and then kicking the box. Sorry, I wrote that wrong.
Hey! I can steal him if I want to! *steals Niccolò back* ))
#ChaseForBook9
(*giggles* I can annoy Nic? Please? I don't think Zaffy has spoken to him much, well you ok I'm insane but anyhow NIIIIC
((Ari: Oh, perfect! XD))
Ari: *hasn't been electrocuted yet (I think?)* *kneels down next to the box and tries to figure out how to open it*
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Well, I might need him for this. But he does have free will, you know. He might get up to his own shenanigans. But we did roleplay together for a little over six hours yesterday, anyway.))
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Bye anni
(*takes him back* Shh I claim Nic!!!
*She makes the horrible decision to get up and go back to her little shelter if she can find it. If she can't, she's officially tuna.
She struggles forward, her blood making a pretty handy trail for her to find her path back, also marking that she was injured to the panther. She finds the clearing she was in, a small space, barely big enough for a cottage to rest on.
Then she stops and lets out a gut-wrenching scream at ways in front of her*
(Oh....:/
(Nope. It won't zap you unless you spill liquid on it or you touch the black wire (inside the box).))
*lays
(RP post.))
((Ari: Goodbye, Anni! *hugs*))
Ari: *after a bit, opens the box* *there's a black wire inside* *pokes it with her stick* *wishes she had a bit of metal on her, but her knife won't do- it's not conductive*
#ChaseForBook9
* what lays
(Damn you auto-correct))
(Well I'll....just...go...watch Goblet of Fire on ABC Family...on til 11 for my Ameriminions. Ah. Hey yeah I'm staying up Mom actually said yes cuz i proved i stay up until 11:30 and get up at 8 on Sundays so she said I could so long as i could be up for scho
((Ari: Ok then, Zaf. *hugs*))
Ari: *yells out* Hey! Does anybody know what this wire does? Anybody? *no answer* *considers* *sighs, closes the box again, and runs alongside the wires that are trailing out of it to see what's there*
#ChaseForBook9
(So there'll be a control panel thing inside a tree. It looks like a tree but it has a hatch on it that hides the control panel. Inside will look like a database of sorts, heaps of cables, heaps of flashing lights and numbers. Then all you have to do is pull out the green wire and the red wire and type 42751 onto the little number pad thing and then there will be a mini-explosion that takes down the dome))
(I'm in no mood to watch roleplay.
*sits bored out of mind*
*Underneath her small lean-to, covered in a pool of blood, was a small body. It was the body of a child, not past the age of four. It's skin had been completely removed and tossed across the clearing. She turns around and throws up. Even as her eyes close, she can still see the image of the poor child*
((Ari: Well, you could join it if you wanted, Zaf, but do whatever you feel like doing, I guess.))
Ari: *follows the wires to a tree* *walks around the tree in a circle, inspecting it* *it looks perfectly normal* *slowly, carefully, reaches out and touches it with one finger* *nothing happens* Hm. *she'd guess it was a normal tree, but there are wires trailing out of it*
Niccolò: *appears* *places a hand on the wires, and closes eyes* *thinks for a few moments*
#ChaseForBook9
(I guess. Nobody actually likes my character but whatever.)
*watches Ari and Nic* Do you want help?
((Ari: I have never said that I don't like your character.))
Ari: Sure! These wires are coming from this weird little box over there- *she points in its general direction* Is it your box, by any chance?
Niccolò: *a small spark leaps up from where his fingers touch the wire* *doesn't move for a few more minutes*
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*Finally, with nothing else left in her stomach, she walks slowly towards the young child* I-it's my Hell... That means-! *She screams again. She knows who the child is. Of course it was her brother, younger and more innocent. The man who had been so insistent on her eternal suffering could time jump and the possibility of him doing such a thing was very high. She falls to her knees, not caring about her wounds, not caring that she was loosing so much blood, not even caring about the panther who had caught into her scent again. The only thing she could possibly care about was Rohan*
(*Pokes* Aiden..? Did you vanish...?))
*shakes head* Not mine, if I'd have left a box it'd have had shadows leak from it. It could be anyone's really.
(You guys keep figuring out what to do while I take a quick shower, okay?))
BTW, im still here
((Ari: Ok, Zaf!))
Ari: *slowly, very carefully, reaches out a hand and places it on Niccolò's shoulder* Have you found anyth- *gasps and yanks her hand back quickly, pulling it in towards herself, like she's just been shocked* *rubs her hand a bit* Oh...
Niccolò: *after a few more seconds, moves away from the wire and stands up* Hello, Zafira.
It is difficult for me to determine exactly what the function of this box is, however it appears to be creating some sort of field wherein magic is bound, and it appears to serve several other functions within the aforementioned field. I believe it can be shut down by a panel within this tree. *notices Aretha rubbing her hand* *eyes widen just a bit* You have my sincerest apologies- I hadn't realized I had harmed you... *heals her*
Ari: Nah, it's fine. Just a little shock. If it helps, we know the box isn't Zaf's.
Niccolò: ...Indeed. *searches the tree for only a few seconds before finding the panel* *opens it, and examines the contents*
#ChaseForBook9
(Did it just get....silent?
((Ari: Snow! *hugs* You should join us, or write Slea, or something!))
#ChaseForBook9
Wait..Is it safe? Really...it just shocked Ari. If we must....we ought to figure out who this box belongs to.
(I'm back!)
Niccolò: Actually, I shocked her. The box had little to do with it. I was attempting to understand its function and relation to this tree by sending my own electricity through it.
Ari: But you do have a point, Zaf- we're not really sure what this box does yet. For all we know, it could be holding back the most powerful criminal mage in the world, or something. *looks at the tree for a moment, then nods* I'm going to go check it out. Zaf, you're free to come with me if you want, or you can stay here. *carefully reaches her hand through where she figures the dome is, and walks through, immediately noting the change in scenery* *unless this isn't physically possible for me, in which case I'll just rewrite the last bit of this*
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Wooo! Welcome back.))
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*glances at Nic* If I die, Christopher is willed to you. *walks through the portal after Ari*
Ravel: She willed our son to you?!
(It can be done, kinda like a one way mirror. Now you can't come out or else you'll be zapped and shot across the dome. A believe me, it would hurt.))
((Idk, I have writers block..))
(Ari, do you rather me stay with Nic then? I'm assuming we'll have to get you out, so maybe it'd be easier two of us trying to get you and Rose?
*She stands up and looks to the sky. It flashes from its purple colour to a mossy green for half a second, then does it again. She crawls backwards and up a tree as quickly as she can, trying to hide from whatever menace is coming now*
(So it's pretty much like your own personal hell in there. Fun.))
Niccolò: If she dies, which I highly doubt that she will, he will still have one parent, and you may rest assured that I have no intention of caring for any young children... At all, actually.
Ari: Ok, so this is weird... The forest is all dead... *takes a breath* Well, the first thing we should do is make sure we can get out, I guess. *walks over and, rather hastily since she could get in so easily, reaches a hand out* *is zapped and shot across the dome* *finds self thrown into a tree* *after about a minute, pulls self up with a groan* *jogs back to Zaf as quickly as she can given that her back has just been forcefully smashed into a tree* Ok, leaving is not an option, apparently. This place is bound, so Niccolò can't hear all of my thoughts, but he'll still have felt that. ...You want to explore a little more before he shuts it down?
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: You can do whatever you'd like to, Zaf. If you decide to stay outside, you can just pretend my talking to you and jogging back to you didn't happen.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Wait, so will I see what Death is seeing, or what my personal Hell would be?))
#ChaseForBook9
A-alright. I'll follow you...*eyes are locked on something* Did Livvy follow us?
(Ravel is down by Nic so if Nic goes in at all Ravel's gonna follow*
Ari: She'd better not have. We have literally no idea what else might be in here.
#ChaseForBook9
(So the forest is dead but what's inside (ie. panthers ~ I'm scared out of my mind when it comes to them and you wouldn't see it. So you see whatever your scared of, pretty much))
Hello. It took me a while to find you guys.
Derek needs to post again this is a post he COMMENTED on. This is way back.
(I was thinking the same)
*shakes head* N-no she...*sees Alastair too* Oh no....*shaking* Make it stop! Make it stop!!!
Oh, by the way I finally posted a new post! Been a while. This post is useless. I dunnow.
((Ari: Oh, ok cool.))
Ari: *suddenly the forest grows several shades darker* *to her, it's so dark she has to strain just a little to see* *she hears the crack of a branch just out of her line of vision, and whips around to stare at it* *slows her breaths, trying to hide the fact that she's frozen* This is weird... The forest just got darker... See anything interesting yet, Zaf?
Niccolò: *staring somewhat anxiously at where Aretha disappeared* *attempting to remain perfectly calm, so she'll feel some of it* In the past few minutes, Aretha has experienced some sort of electric shock and hard fall, and now she is quite afraid. I cannot speak for Zafira. Do you think I ought to attempt to shut it down?
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Thrust! *hugs* Hi! Wow, I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?))
Ari: *turns to stare at whatever Zaf is afraid of* *trying to keep her voice calm* What is it?
#ChaseForBook9
Hello thrust *places cactus on thrust head and sinks back into shadows*
It's....Alastair...the names....he's killed my daughter!!! *voice shaking* He's...*crying*
Ravel: I'm linked to Zaf and I'm only feeling fear. Perhaps we need to shut it down, I can't tell what she's seeing or hearing. Shut it down.
H-hello...? *She calls out, climbing to the edge of the branch* Is anyone there...? *Her voice is full of worry*
Hi Ari I'm good! You?
HEY GET BACK HERE SNOW, YOU'RE NOT GOING INTO THE SHADOWS JUST YET.
*Throws ball of ants at her and it explodes on her back with a jittery wap*
*sticks tongue out*
*and then closes mouth immediately*
>:P
Hi Deathyyy
(Hey Thrust!))
Ari: *looks intently exactly where Zaf is* *doesn't see anything* What? I- I can't see it... Oh... Oh- I get it, Zaf, this is some sort of mind game... *she hears growling, and glances behind her* *her eyes widen* *whispers* It's working... *hears a voice in the distance* Zaf, there's something over this way... *Takes her hand and pulls her to where Death was* *tries very very hard not to break into a sprint* *has given up trying to breathe normally*
Niccolò: *nods* *carefully selects a green wire and pulls it* For what purpose have you linked yourself to Zafira?
#ChaseForBook9
R-Rose?! *shaking* I'm...okay its...just...make him go away!!!!
Ravel: The war. We needed a way to keep each other sane, Mevolent was trying to separate her from her name so...you know how names get. *sighs* I don't mind it actually.
*She starts to hear footsteps again, not quite as soft as the panther's were previously* Y'know what!? Just hurry up and kill me already! *She jumps down on the branch and snaps it off. She lands heavily and reaches for the the jagged branch* C'mon! C'mon!
Ari: *hears another snap in the branches- like something's just fallen to the ground* *gasps almost silently* *hears another snap from the opposite direction* *the snarls are catching up to her* *tears form in her eyes, and she's thankful it's too dark for Zaf to see* Wait, what? Is... Is Death here, too?
Niccolò: *carefully removes a red wire* *fingers linger over the pad of numbers* *considering* *it is quite possible that if he enters the wrong code, there will be negative consequences* I see. I am glad the two of you have managed to support each other.
#ChaseForBook9
I hear her! We gotta...we need to help her! He's...Alastair!!!!
Ravel: *watches Nic* I am as well. She's wonderful...*smiles* If that doesn't work I'll help you
Ari: *shakes head* I'm sorry, I can't see him... How can you see anything in this light? *calls out* Death! Death, are you here? *hears all sorts of eerie whispers, somehow speaking in unison* *shrieks aloud and digs fingernails into arm, actually starting to cry now* *and very happy that Zaf can't see*
Niccolò: Thank you for the offer. I imagine I can handle this, however... *considers* What would you do, assuming I requested your assistance?
#ChaseForBook9
*She pauses and then lowers her weapon* A-Ari...? Zaf...? *She starts running forward, cursing slightly as the movement pulls and her broken ribs and sliced skin* Oi! Please don't tell me this is just another game... And if you're the bloody panther, kill me!
Its easy to see....Alastair...*screams* The names....
Ravel: I'd do anything needed. I'm scared for her, I can feel the fear....
Niccolò: In that case, I am most grateful for the gesture, however I imagine I can manage on my own. *touches the pad very gently, careful not to press down on any numbers* *after a few moments, begins to push numbers down, one every few seconds* 4-2-7 *he lingers over the seven for a moment*
Ari: Death? No, we're not a game... We're being played with, though... *hears her drop the stick and whirls towards the sound, taking a quick step backward* What panther?
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Just a warning- I got to bed later than I thought I would last night, and as a result am pretty tired now, so I'll be here till we get out of this dome, but then I think I'll have to go.))
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: I'm afraid this re-awakened her nightmares. I'm nervous now...
Rose! We're the playthings, not the one using you. I'm seeing Alastair.
(I'm leaving by 11, Ari. I'm staying up until Goblet of Fire is over so I'll be here but no later.)
((Ari: Just for reference, Death, 11 our time is in fifty minutes.))
#ChaseForBook9
*She runs forward more and bumps into Zaf* Woah! Hey! *She glances at Ari* The one that was chasing me before...
(Thanks.
You can leave now if you want, I've got an orthodontist appointment soon, anyway))
(Ah yeah we're in same time zone )
Hey Rose, we must be seeing what scares us...
(Either way I'm here- shoot the third task....this is the hardest for me to watch...)
*sighs and stare straight at you, adra*
((Ari: Did you want the dome thing to go on longer, Death? Because I could leave it for now if you want, or Niccolò could press a wrong number- getting the right ones is difficult for him, to begin with- or do you want to shut it down now? Because I'll probably just do whatever before I leave, then.))
Ari: *can actually see her now* A-are you afraid of panthers?
#ChaseForBook9
That- that's a relief. Roh was back there... And a bloody panther was after me...
(Adra hasn't been on all day, a new record.)
I just want to see my kids....I want to go back....
Ravel: *quietly* Distress now.
*grits teeth*
That's just what she wants you to think.
*points to Adra in a jabby way*
(You're in control of Niccolò, you can do what you'd like!))
Yeah, I hate panthers...
(I wanna get Zaf out so I can do stuff later because I'm not sure when I'll be able to again...
((Ari: *pokes invisible Adra* Hey there! *attempts to hug* *may or may not be hugging empty air* *oops*
Alright then- I just wanted to make sure you didn't need the dome intact for later plans, or anything...))
Niccolò: *very carefully selects the number 5, then the number 1* I believe that ought to shut it down...
#ChaseForBook9
MUST BE FUN TO BE READING THESE POSTS FOR SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, HUH ADRA.
Ravel: oh thank god....oh than you god
((Ari: ...Adra...?))
#ChaseForBook9
(She's probably asleep by now? I'm not sure where she'd be
*The dome starts to flicker and the fears vanish slowly* H-ey... Are you swing this...?
*rolls eyes*
(Msd... Wbd...))
Its going....Rose oh my god...*shaking*
Lovely suspicion thrust.
Weird... Adra's usually on around now. Not here all day? I only assumed she was here because I'm mad at her.
well why isn't she here?
I imagine she's on strike
(No idea. I don't know why she wouldn't be unless she got caught up in homework. I find it odd actually.)
"Because you're my friend, I wrote you name on a piece of paper, but I accidentally threw it away. I wrote your name on my hand, I washed it. I wrote it on sand, it was washed away by the waves. I wrote your name in my heart, and thats where it stayed."
I dedicate this page to friends. *hugs all*
*slinks into the shadows*
(Think Ari fell asleep
YEY FRIENDS. *tilts head in tree's direction*
(I'm gonna go....night
Well I should go now.
*climbs tree and falls asleep in a fork*
Page I need to ded still:
print('I dedicate this page to all of you amazing Bloglandians')
amazingBloglandians = ['you', 'anyone I'm forgetting']
amazingBloglandians.append('Star')
star = True
if star:
print('Everyone says every time that you're a bubble. This is because you are. I hate to sound unoriginal, but I can't think of any other explanation for how you manage to be so imaginative and amazing.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Adra')
adra = True
if adra:
print('I've been wanting to write a speech about your amazingness for awhile now, but I'm still at a loss for what to say. I look up to you as a writer and as a person, and a lot of the time it feels like you're holding this place together.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Snow')
snow = True
if snow:
print('You're awesome, and you always have something epically hilarious about you, be it a profile pic or a title or some random link or something you said.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Mara')
mara = True
if mara:
print('I wish there was something I could say that would make you believe you\'re a beautiful person. Because you are. [hugs]')
amazingBloglandians.append('Saph')
saph = True
if saph:
print('You're beautiful inside and out, and I love you to pieces, even if you're always nagging me to go to sleep. :-P')
amazingBloglandians.append('Lucy')
lucy = True
if lucy:
print('You're amazing, and I envy your ability to talk to people and make things better.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Ember')
ember = True
if ember:
print('I love how insanely random you are. It's rare for me to read something you write without laughing my head off.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Death Rose')
deathRose = True
if deathRose:
print('There's so much I can say here... You're one of those people who, when you're happy, spread it to those around you. I'm sorry life stinks sometimes, and I wish you the best of luck in overcoming everything it throws at you. [hugs]')
amazingBloglandians.append('Ari')
ari = True
if ari:
print('You're a constant inspiration to me, and I wish I could steal your way with words.')
amazingBloglandians.append('Trip', 'Zaf', 'Em', 'Sir', 'Aiden', 'Annika', 'Lav', 'Flora', 'Jubi', 'Dau', 'Eld', 'Arra', 'Kes', 'Val', 'Kallie', 'Hellboy', 'Skyril', 'Octa', 'Taia', 'Robin', 'Sparky', 'Zath', 'Nix', 'Missy', 'Thrust', 'Thalia', 'Ed', 'Misti', 'Kilandra', 'IF YOURE NOT ON HERE, IT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LOVE YOU TO PIECES')
print('I am starting to get tired of writing this, sorry.')
... *hugs fabi*
[hugs back]
You are an awesome, fantastic, amazing person.
[hugs]
And you are too nice sometimes.
Too nice? No such thing.
[laughs slightly]
You know, it's my opinion that blogland wouldn't be the same without you and adra. You kind of for, it, make it... fun, yet serious. Sure, there are a few others that help form it a little and blogland wouldn't be the same without them too, but you and adra seem to just be the glue of this place.
I'MMA GLUE YOU TO THE FLOOR IF YOU DON'T STOP COMPLIMENTING ME. YOU'RE MAKING ME CRY HERE.
YOU ARE THE METAPHORICAL GLUE OF BLOGLAND, DEAL WITH IT!!
[Throws Snow at a mushroom]
I SAID STOPPIT
NEVERRRRR!!
*tackles fabi* you are an amazing writer, a fantastic friend, a super supporter, an imaginative individual and the best blogsister I could ask for.
[Sticks a post-it note to Snow's forehead]
:D. I'm only telling the truth.
[Sticks an electric guitar to the post it note]
Bit whyyy?
[Sticks a can of tuna and a can-opener to the electric guitar]
*but
[Sticks a fake mustache to the can opener]
*frowns* you are so odd. And that is another complement.
[Sticks a smiley sticker to the can of tuna]
*sits a cactus on fabi's head*
Oh once there was a post-it note, a post-it note, a post-it note
Once there was a post-it note that stuck to Snow's forehead
Once there was an electric guitar, an electric guitar
Once three as an electric guitar stuck to the post-it nooooooote...
On Snow's forehead
Once there was a can of tuna, a can opener for the can of tuna
Once there was an opener and a can of tuna
Stuck to the electric guitar...
On the post-it note on Snow's forehead
Once there was a fake mustache, a fake mustache, a fake mustache
Once there was a fake mustache
Stuck to the can opener on the 'lectric guitar on the post-it nooooooooooooote
On Snow's forehead
Once there was a smiley face, a smiley face, a smiley face
Once there was a smiley face
Stuck to the tuna can on the 'lectric guitar on the post-it noooooooooote...
On Snow's forehead.
ACK ITS A CACTUS
RETRACT BUS
XD
*huggles fabi*
I should be going to sleep...
At the same time, though, I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning...
*bops fabi's nose* sleep, or else I shall complement you again.
I WILL GLUE YOU TO THE FLOOR
[does so]
[Promptly falls asleep]
[Not on the cactus]
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